Rez

Last night was odd.

Into bed, window open because hot, got into position and started to drift off. Then the music started.

The music was far away, no voices and it varied in volume slightly, like it was being affected by the wind.

I checked my phone was not doing it, got up and leaned out the window but there was no sound - I live on a quiet street.

Back into bed and the music started again. It was faint but very much there.

Sleep happened.

The dreams involved me missing a train - to wherever I do not know. I was then in some sort of gym, fitness place but I did not have a room in which to change so I had to keep moving from room to room.

A van I was in had several near misses and light crashes before I arrived at a garage. A taxi came for me but I had to dismiss it because I had to be somewhere else. Somehow I got to that other location.

It was some sort of low-key wedding. There were people there I knew - people that I had cut out of my life years ago. Meat somehow spilled over the floor. A liquid spilt nearby. I told people how to help clean but no-one would. The liquid set solid and could not be chiselled off. People changed into smart clothes and left to another room. I had some sort of suit to wear but it wouldn’t go on properly as my feet kept getting stuck going down trouser legs.

A lady tried to sell me a local round where I took bottles of alcohol to known customers.

Dream faded.

Last night, 2 dreams.

The first and I’m in America. I am one of several tasked with getting something back to the UK. I can’t remember it fully but the airport was huge, never-ending and the solution in the end was very simple.

The second though. A line of terraced houses, the typical 2up-2down seen across UK cities. At the end of the terrace was the first house that I was in. It wasn’t brick. It was white, rounded corners, made of clay, no square angles - think a rustic home in a hot country maybe. There were several floors, but no stairs, I just moved through an open doorway to the next room. No furniture, just room after room. Coming out at the top of the house it was open on all sides with a thatched roof.

In that thatch I saw frog spawn. Actual jelly like frog spawn.

I went down to the first room, which was a kitchen, and told someone. That person said I had to leave the frog spawn where it was but that if it died someone else would not get a job. I went back up with a dustpan and brush, gathered the frog spawn, came back to the kitchen and placed it in a sink or rainwater/water. I later saw things wiggling in the water.

Then I find myself across a street from another row of terraced houses. The house on the end was a red brick Victorian style 4 floor and it was huge.

Going in the front door it looked just like a bar of that era might. A curved bar, lots of dark wood and polished brass. Through the next door - again no steps and went up a level - was a wood panelled room. Touching any panel caused it to turn 180% to reveal shelves of books. Another door lead to a room which was to be a bedroom. No idea why I knew, I just did. More doors led to a music room, another bedrooms, a room full of things that had to be placed somewhere in the house. The last room was an attic and looking outside I could see a huge pile of rocks.

I went down to get outside. As I passed a huge window I could see a dense forest of pine trees. Walking on the piles of dropped needles were owls, and following the owls were huge baby squab pigeons. All grey.

Outside I came to the rocks. It was man made of rocks and concrete. I climbed to the top to find a sort of covered fireplace. It was unlit. To get down were two wide pipes to sit on. One curved away into the forest. One curved down to a picnic table where two people were sitting, an adult and a child. Both pipes were blue. I sat on the one heading to the table and slid down.

As I got closer, and then landed at the table I could not see their faces if I looked at them. If I looked away to the right or left I could make out some features but looking directly there was nothing. Not a Jason Vorhees horror nothing, maybe like huge pixels. They did not acknowledge me.

The dream fades at that point.

The odd thing was that in both houses I was not alone. There was a female there. I did not see her. I did not hear her. I just knew she was there.

In case you think my dreams are due to substances, I can assure you I do not engage with them.

I take 2 medications for physical reasons and 2 for mental health reasons. My compliance is erratic.

The last time I smoked something was in 1982.

I just go to bed, go to sleep and my mind does whatever it wants.

About 4 years ago, 2 years after the death of my wife, I paid to see a counsellor. The reason was the super vivid dreams I was having, sometimes 3 a night which all followed the same pattern - I would be somewhere, had to get to somewhere else but never could and something small I initially carried got bigger and heavier.

There was one dream where I was on a fantastical roller coaster which shot into the sky, through clouds, through mountain tunnels, underwater. When the ride ended everyone would get off and leave by the exit. I could never find the exit so had to ride again and again.

Another I check into a hotel with one small piece of luggage and get told my room. The elevators not only don’t stop on my floor they go left and right. There are no stairs, just slides downwards. No-one will talk to me. The bag gets bigger and heavier and I cannot move on.

There are others I recall but the pattern was the same. I realised this was grief so paid to talk to the counsellor. We met a few times, chatted, the dreams stopped. All was good.

Last night they returned.

I was in Korea (I have no idea how that was, it just was). Massive concrete hotel. Beach one side, old town the other. I am walking around wearing shorts and I’m chewing gum (something I never do). The corridors are not straight, they slope up and down and around. Shops selling all sorts of foods and drink which are colourful but I can’t buy them. The piece of gum gets bigger and harder to chew. I end up trying to pull lumps out but it does nothing to help. I can see people on the beach and in the town but cannot get to them. Then I manage to get the chewing gum out and then somehow it sticks to a wool jumper that I was not wearing a moment ago.

(The dogs woke me up briefly)

The second dream I’m in a huge store that sells anything and everything except food/drink. I need a hammer, notebooks, various other things. I have no basket, no trolley. Each time I create a pile of what I want someone removes it when I try to find a trolley because I need a lot of stuff. No-one will help, no-one will talk to me yet they wander around happily shopping. It just went on and on.